If I saw a shooting star
sailing silent through the night
I wonder what I might wish for...
fame? fortune? fast cars?
or to put the world to rights?
or perhaps something much simpler...
just
to have been content as things were,
and
that the words I foolishly refused to leave unspoken
had instead been left unsaid
that we had followed a different road
and you were still a friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem